The cats speak …

Mommi had a sooper surprise weekend awae wich haz mayde her think of lots awv things and she iz busy riting them all down.  Wee had a good weekend too and kept Unkle Keef up awl nite bi bouncing on the bed and wayking up arsking for mor fish.  That wil teech him for agreeying to stae and look after uss.  Pleez be payshunt whyl Mommi finks and rites. And finks sum mor.

Purrs and furrs


About titflasher

Writer, blogger, animal activist, people activist, dream-catcher maker, mommy to 9 cats and a roving band of foxes ... Blog name comes from my father's suggestion for the title of my autobiography ... after my mother's and my awful habit of flashing whenever the security police took our photo in the dark old days of apartheid South Africa. I love nature, including creepy crawlies and people, find life fascinating and frustrating and have two terrible weaknesses - nictotine and animals in distress ... can't abide the latter situation and can't give up the former. I'm Pagan but not anti-Christian, funny but quite serious, light-hearted but can be annoying. I am warm-hearted until someone p*sses on me too much, then I get soggy and even. Feel free to link me but all the words on these pages is copyrighted, so copy it and take the credit and I will find you and slap you upside the head, hard. The blog is probably best read via category as there is loads on here already, and I just got started :-)
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4 Responses to The cats speak …

  1. Narky says:

    Tee hee, enjoy your thinking and writing. 🙂

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